Mrs. Sun was completely speechless. She sat there looking terrified and uneasy, muttering in her mouth: "What should we do if a quarrel really breaks out? We are all relatives..."

Yang Ruoqing snorted, "Mother, why can't you change your temper of being afraid of wolves in the past and tigers in the back? Even if there is a quarrel, it will be the quarrel between the fourth uncle and the aunt's family. They are creditors and debtors, so there is no need to quarrel.

It’s not surprising, what are we afraid of?”

"I'm not afraid myself. I'm worried about your father. He is an elder brother and he is upright. When the time comes for public and private matters, he will have to be involved. I feel sorry for your father and it's hard to do!" Sun

Shi Dao.

It turned out that because of this concern, Yang Ruoqing felt a little better about Sun's dissatisfaction.

"Dad is also an outsider. The worst he can do is mediate with Xini. What else can we do?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Mom, don't worry too much. If the old Wang family is smart, they will naturally know how to pay back the money. If they have money, they can spend it. If they don't have money, they have to spend it with words. How to appease their creditors is something that their debtors have to consider.

It’s not us, we are also creditors. We haven’t made any trouble yet, so this is enough to give us face.”

After Yang Ruoqing said this, she leaned back lazily in the chair behind her.

After spending forty taels of silver, she took out twenty taels by herself.

With this money, even if Dabai wants to default on the debt, she is not afraid. There is no need for her to make trouble like her fourth uncle and fourth aunt.

Baimei Zhai is right there, the land and the house are all there.

It's just a matter of saying hello to the county magistrate. The whole Baimeizhai can fall into her hands. Do you still care about the foreign debt of only twenty taels of silver?

She doesn't bother with him now because in her eyes, Dabai is just a flea and she doesn't need to spend energy to deal with him.

After making money for a few days, being a boss for a few days, and then losing his job, that is also his business. There are a lot of people in this world who pretend to be cool even if they have a little money. If she can't stand it, she will mess with them, then

Is she still alive?

"Mom, it's getting late and I won't keep you here. I'll take you back."

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to continue chatting with Mrs. Sun. Her intuition told her that if they continued to chat, they would just talk about leftovers. She had already said what she needed to say, and she didn't want to waste time and energy on psychological counseling with Mrs. Sun.

If you can figure something out, you can naturally figure it out. If you can't figure it out, then let's do it. Anyway, Sun's character has been with her for most of her life. This is the way of life that suits her.

Mrs. Sun obviously saw that her daughter didn't want to talk to her anymore. She smiled awkwardly, put down her tea bowl and stood up.

"Qing'er, don't think your mother is too nagging. She is a timid person who has no abilities."

"Yeah, it's okay, let's go."

Yang Ruoqing helped Sun out of the house. It was windy outside, so she put her cloak on Sun's shoulders.

"Put your cloak back on. I'll pick it up again during the day tomorrow. Have a good sleep at night. Don't talk to my father about such nonsense. Remember, the sky won't fall. Even if it does, we will still be there to support you. Be more confident."

, be arrogant, no one will dare to do anything to you."

At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but give Sun a reassurance again.

It's a pity that Sun's mouth is small, so she probably can't swallow the reassurance. This makes Yang Ruoqing quite depressed, really.

I wish I had to worry about Mrs. Sun, let her think about depression and autism, and ignore her. However, after all, she is my mother, and she treats her children with all her heart and soul. Alas, I still can't be cruel.

At night, Lao Wang's house.

The family of three had dinner with pig head meat brought back by Dabai, and Wang Hongquan drank some wine. The atmosphere was originally very good.

But as he was eating, Wang Hongquan was suddenly surprised. He picked up something from the pork head with his chopsticks and held it up to the lamp on the table for inspection.

"what is this?"

Wang Shuanzi and Yang Huamei also slowed down their eating speed and put their heads under the lamp to take a look.

"It's a bean sprout." Yang Huamei said.

"Pork isn't braised vegetables, so why are there bean sprouts in it? How did it get in?" Wang Hongquan asked.

Yang Huamei didn't take it seriously, and said while putting the food into her mouth: "Maybe it's braised first and then fried with bean sprouts. Isn't that how it's fried in restaurants?"

Wang Hongquan said "Oh" but didn't take it seriously and continued eating.

After a while, he picked up another piece and put it under the lamp: "What is this?"

"This... looks like a piece of fish skin." Wang Shuanzi said.

"Fish skin? Shuanzi, you are talking nonsense. How can fish skin be added to braised pork? It is impossible to cook fish and meat together!" Yang Huamei waved her chopsticks and directly denied Wang Shuanzi's words.

"It's really fish skin, because I also ate a piece of it here, and you see, there are still unscratched fish scales on it." Wang Shuanzi picked up a piece from the side of his bowl to show them, and it turned out to be the side of the fish.

The white scales on the fat-like area on the abdomen have not been scraped off.

If this part is used for grilling fish, it is Yang Huamei's favorite. The rolls are full of crunch, just like eating fatty meat, but not greasy.

But when it appears in braised pork head, it's a little weird.

"Mei'er, could this dish be leftovers from the restaurant guests, and Dabai swept them together and pieced them together for you to bring back?" Wang Shuanzi couldn't help but raise his own doubts.

Yang Huamei gave him a hard look, "You're talking nonsense, how is that possible? We are his family!"

"I don't know if it's leftovers from the guests' meals, but it's probably made up of pieces." Wang Hongquan suddenly spoke again.

The old man used chopsticks to rummage through the braised pork head and picked out a lot of miscellaneous vegetables, including mushrooms, green vegetables, and even deep-fried sweet peanuts.

Even at the end, Wang Hongquan picked out a long silk thread from it, and it looked like it had fallen off the rag.

Wang Hongquan slapped his chopsticks on the table and turned away with an ugly look on his face.

Wang Shuanzi also frowned and put down his chopsticks, "This rice is inedible. What on earth is this kid doing?"

Yang Huamei looked confused.

"Is this how the pork head is cooked in the shop? Put a bunch of side dishes to add flavor and freshness?" she struggled to ask.

Wang Shuanzi looked at her and asked, "Do you believe it?"

Yang Huamei's last luck was wiped out by Wang Shuanzi's words.

She also put down her bowls and chopsticks in frustration, and sat there with her head bowed and wiping away tears.

Wang Shuanzi then questioned her again: "When he was packing the pig head meat for you, were you watching? Was it clean and untouched? Or was he putting the leftover dishes together and giving them to you?"

Yang Huamei recalled carefully while wiping her tears, "When the pork head was brought to me from the backyard kitchen, it was wrapped in oil paper. He said it was cold stewed vegetables. You don't need to heat it when you come back. You can just open it and eat it."

"That means you didn't see him packing at that time?" Wang Shuanzi asked again.
Chapter completed!